(i feel it most in my fingertips while i'm pretending not to care,and it doesn't mean as much if i fold my arms into my sides before i can hold you in them...)

your voice is what autumn would sound like.undulating muted colors, muted sounds,and they are all beautiful as theymelt into my head.

and i don't remember much after youkissed me on the cheek,quiet,innocent,yet it burned unpure in my brain.so we're sitting at the tableyou say you haven't slept in a couple weeks.you're tired,lonely,laughing,and say everything's the same.and i watch your lips as they are moving,and i alone am merely choosingto hear static instead of the things youhave to say.

you tucked a cigarette behind your ear,tugged my sleeve and motioned me tofollow,you took my hand and i felt i wason fire.cause i feel that it's unfair that i willbend impossibly to please you yetyou will not break beneath the weight ofmy desire.

what i honestly want worse than anything,is to kiss you on the mouth and findthat you've been waiting even longer than i've been.what i honestly want worse than anythingare your fingers tangled in my hair,my name escaping your lips with your every breath.

(...you are the impossible dream i've been having lately.and i don't ever want to wake.)

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